Here's another one!!
ALLAN'S POV
The next morning Allan woke with a start. He had been having a very nice dream about a certain brown eyed woman when he found Cathy leaning over him, her nose only inches away from his.
"Good morning!" said Cathy as Allan's eyes adjusted to the light.
"Morning," he grumbled trying to turn over. Cathy laughed and turned him back over.
"Looks like some one's a morning person,"
"Go away Cathy," grumbled Allan.
"No can do, Robin needs more information."
"I don't know anything."
"No, but your source might." Allan groaned again to make it look believable, but actually he was looking forward seeing her again.
"Where's Robin?" Allan asked as he swung his legs on to the floor.
"Little John and Master have gone to find a guards outfit for Luke," supplied Much as he handed Allan his breakfast.
"Then why isn't Luke with them," He asked eying Luke's sleeping form.
"Because he didn't want to," stated Cathy, walking over to Luke's bed and gently waking him. Allan noticed it wasn't like the way he woke him by hovering over him. She gently touched his shoulder, and then started to comb her hand through his hair. When Luke finally woke up she removed her hand and smiled at him. Much and Allan who had been watching the two young outlaws quickly busied themselves. Much walked back to the kitchen muttering something about 'honey.' Allan smiled to him self, he had herd the story a few times about where the 'honey' thing had some from. His mind drifted to Will and Djaq. He missed his two friends more then anything. He wished he could have had more time with them, to really show them he was sorry for what he did. Even though they had forgiven him, he felt as if he didn't deserve it, form any of the gang for that matter. But all he knew was that he was going to keep trying to earn his forgiveness.
"Allan," said Cathy, "information."
"Right, Information," said Allan putting his clean plate down on the table in the Kitchen.
When Allan reached Locksley he was starting to get a bit apprehensions about what he was going to say to Charlie, about the kiss. Come of it, it was just a little peck on the cheek. He walked towards the place where they had talked yesterday. To his dismay she was not in the kitchen. He turned around with the thought of waiting in the forest until she came to the window when the door to the kitchen opened. Allan ducked, pressing himself flat against the muddy ground.
"Did he really say that?"
"Yes, Sarah he did. Why do you always have to question me?" Allan who was straining to hear what was bring spoken recognised Charlie's lovely soft voice.
"Well, it doesn't seem like Gisbourne to do something like that."
"And you know Gisbourne so well, don't you?" The woman didn't answer.
"I've got to get the rest of the laundry to Mary."
"Yes, I'll see you later," said Charlie. Once Allan heard the door close he got up.
"Hello, Allan," said Charlie not at all surprised he was there.
"Hello Charlie," replied Allan. "What was that all about?"
"Gisbourne wants all of us to go to the caste to help out while Prince Johns' advisor is here."
"Why?" Charlie shrugged.
"The more hands the better, I suppose," Allan nodded. Charlie got their piece of bread and they started eating it. "By the way, the advisor has shortened his stay in Nottingham, he leaves in four days, and I know why he's here."
"You do?" Allan asked swallowing his bread.
"Something to do with taxes, and about how much taxes Nottingham is getting."
"What will happen if Nottingham doesn't get enough taxes.'"
"Not sure, I did hear the guards talking about 'extra help,' so I think prince john is going to send some of his army."
"Not being funny, but it's not the guards who need the 'help' it's the people."
"Yes I know, but the prince doesn't think like that does he?" They lapsed in to silence as they finished off their bread.
"Listen, Charlie," said Allan, his heart pumping heard in his chest. "I just wanted to apologise about yesterday."
"What about yesterday?" Charlie asked, as she brushed the crumbs off the counter and on to the floor.
"When I kissed you, I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." By now Allan was blushing furiously. He forced himself to meet Charlie's eyes. When he did the breath caught in his throat. Here eyes were shining, and tears were brimming.
"Don't say that," she whispered.
"Wh-?"
"Allan!" came a cry from behind him. Allan whipped around reaching for his sword. He let his hand along with his mouth drop as he saw Cathy and Luke walking towards him, grins plastered over their faces.
"What are you doing here?" Allan asked and he could feel Charlie peering over his shoulder.
"Well, we wanted to see who your source was," said Cathy as they stopped in front of him.
"Not being funny, you could've asked."
"Yeah," said Luke his eyes shining, "But where would be the fun in that."
"Hello, I'm Cathy, I'm Allan's cousin," she said pushing Allan aside and stepping forward to the window.
"I know, and I'm Charlie," she took Cathy's hand glancing over at Allan a blush creeping over her face. "You're Luke, right?" she said now taking Luke's hand. Luke Nodded, his shyness refusing to let him talk.
"You're the source then?" Cathy asked, looking at Charlie.
"No," said Charlie, "I'm just the girl who gives Allan bread."
"Oh…" Cathy stammered, Looking from Allan to Charlie.
"'course she's the source, my dear dim cousin," said Allan, and he and Luke laughed.
"Well, that wasn't very funny," Cathy said pouting.
"That depends how you look at it," sad Luke, specking for the first time. "You were the only one who didn't find it funny. The rest of us did."
"Well, that's only because you all so mean and horrible. Not you though Charlie, your just mean."
"She was the one who made the joke" cried Allan.
"Yes but she didn't laugh, did she?"
"Only Much laughs at his own joke," retorted Allan.
"Excuse me," said Charlie, looking at Allan, "Do you want her to hate me?!"
"No, I'm just trying to prove my point."
"Well it's a stupid point, so drop it."
"Yes, my lady," said Allan performing a over exaggerated bow. Charlie sucked in breath fast.
"You know, I think just about every one hates it when you do that," said Luke. "Much being the exception."
"That's why I do it, but never to Much."
"Why do you guy always pick on Much, he seems so sweet?" asked Charlie, looking form one to the other. The three outlaws stared at her. Then fell about laughing.
"Much, sweet?" asked Luke steadying himself by putting a hand on Cathy's shoulder. Charlie blushed, deep crimson. Only Allan noticed this and couldn't help thinking how pretty she looked.
"Much is the most annoying man ever to walk the earth," Allan put in quickly to ease her embarrassment.
"We all love him to bits," said Cathy regaining composure. "But boy, he can be ridiculous at times."
"He's always insisting that it's chicken, but we all know it's squirrel,' added Luke.
"You lot eat squirrel," said Charlie, wrinkling her nose. By this time Allan was mesmerized, usually he put all in effort in to not letting slip how he felt, but now that it wasn't just him and Charlie he was free to let his mind rest a bit. And it was just now that he was noticing a lot more about her. Like the way her blush crept up her cheeks, or the way she chewed her lower lip, or the way she was forever tucking her hair behind her ears. Allan forced these thoughts to the back of his mind and forced himself to pay attention to the conversation.
"Where are you from?" Charlie asked Luke.
"Locksley, but I've been living in Scarborough for the past few years."
"I thought so. I'm from Bridlington."
"Really? You don't sound it though."
"Yes, well, you don't sound like your form Locksley. I moved to Clun when I was three, just after my father died." Allan shifted on his feet. They had never really talked much about their families. Charlie had asked if he had any family, but she never asked again seeing how uncomfortable he was.
"I'm sorry…" began Luke but was cut off as the church bell rang.
"We'd better be going," said Cathy looking at Allan, who nodded. All three of them turned to wards Sherwood.
"Allan," Charlie called, he stopped and looked around. She beckoned him over, obediently he made his way back to the window. As he was walking he glanced over his shoulder and was glad to see Luke and Cathy were still walking. As Allan reached the window sill he leaned against it on his elbows. Charlie followed suit so that their faces were only inches apart. Allan felt goose bumps erupt along his arms as her elbow brushed against his.
"While I'm at the castle, will you still come see me?" she asked, Allan looked at her, and he realized that she wasn't asking him about the information, but about them. Allan was just about to reply 'yes' when his brain went in to overdrive. He thought about his betrayal, and all the bad things he's done in his life. He straightened up quickly.
"Well, Cathy's going in to the castle as a noble, so I think we can get some information from her." Charlie blinked at him hurt.
"All right," she said straightening up as well, "Oh, and it's fine, by the way."
"What's fine?" Allan asked suddenly confused.
"You apologised for kissing me yesterday, it's fine, forgotten already." She turned away from him and her hand snapped instantly to her face. Allan felt his heart break as he realised she was crying.